life
006. ninja
"Shit! There're four of them! Why are there so many?" Naruto cried as he pulled a kunai out, at the ready. "I thought they only travelled in two-man teams!"
"They're supposed to!" Sakura hissed as her eyes locked with deadly crimson ones. It was the wrong move, she knew; her heart was pounding, he hands were clammy, and her mind was flooded with thoughts—thoughts of late night talks, of fleeting kisses—but the scowl never left her face.
They have a four-man team. Her, Naruto, Neji, and Shikamaru. Which meant each of them got their own Akatsuki.
"How generous of them," Inner Sakura snorted.
"Sakura, don't look in the eyes!" The voice was faint, distant—perhaps it was already too late. She was drifting, floating—away, away, away into her own personal paradise.
He was standing in front of her. He was smirking. He nuzzled his nose against her neck.
And she stabbed him with her kunai. His image dispersed into many black ravens. She halted her chakra flow and returned to a scene where Naruto had one Kyuubi tail out, but it wasn't long before she was swept away again.
He was smiling this time. A sweet, soft, smile. "I love you," he told her. The words echoed in her mind.
I love you, I love you, I love you…
She snarled at him—or maybe her pounding heart—and charged her fist with chakra, before making a punch at him. Again, he disappeared.
And she was pulled back into reality once more.
"Sakura, now!" The Uchiha had a kunai in his back (courtesy of Neji), and she charged until her fist barely connected with his cheek. And he disappeared from her peripheral vision.
She was brought into the battle with Kisame instead, with Shikamaru. But it wasn't long before the menacing thing that was Itachi returned.
And they killed each other. Somehow, they both ended up laying on the ground, bloody and gasping for breath. And they turned their heads towards each other, and stared. Stared, because, for the life of them, they couldn't bring themselves to do anything else. But they couldn't smile, either. No. Never smile.
And so they died that way. And even Tsunade wouldn't have found traces of tears in both of their eyes during the autopsy. No one would realize that Sakura's name shouldn't be engraved in the KIA stone.
As shinobi, they died. As humans, they live on.
A/N: I thought this one was sort of lame, but I couldn't think of anything for this prompt. Just wait 'til I get to bisexual…XD DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR ME?